A carefully clothed young man, with an eyeglass and a wavering gait, walked slowly out of Euston Station.

He had just seen the Scottish express depart, and this event seemed to have filled him with dubious reflections.

In fact, at the very last moment Lord Tulliwuddle's confidence in his two friends had been a trifling degree disturbed.

It occurred to him as he lingered by the door of their reserved first-class compartment that they had a little too much the air of gentlemen departing on their own pleasure rather than on his business.

No sooner did he drop a fretful hint of this opinion than their affectionate protestations had quickly revived his spirit; but now that they were no longer with him to counsel and encourage, it once more drooped.
"Confound it!" he thought, "I hadn't bargained on having to keep out of people's way till they came back.